Forbidden Baby Daddy: A Secret Baby Romance

by Lara Swann

  He flicks the light on, turning to me with a smile. “So, this is where I live.”

  “It’s lovely.” I say, without looking around at all. All I can see is Ash, right in front of me, his eyes hot and intent on mine.

  I don’t even make a pretense of trying to finish the conversation. I’m pretty sure I forgot my next point the moment we got on the bike. Instead, I step into his embrace, the place I’ve wanted to be all night, and let myself fall into his arms.

  That’s all it takes for his hand to rise to my face again, cupping it and making me moan before he even lowers his lips to mine.

  After that, I’m gone. I think we both are, if the hurried urgency in his movements is anything to go by. We kiss deeply, intently, our tongues dueling as our hands run over each other, stripping clothes off, hungry for a taste of what’s underneath.

  The first time, we took our time - I think he made sure of that, and I’m so grateful that he did - but now? Now I want everything. And I don’t want to wait.

  I feel like I’ve been waiting since the moment I left that motel.

  He pulls my top over my head as I do the same to him, the skin-tight black t-shirt feeling soft and appealing under my fingers before I tug it off. Then there’s just bare skin in front of me and that’s so much better that I hardly notice the cool air against my own skin - at least until Ash runs his hands down my sides, up and over my stomach until his fingers are just below my breasts. I shiver, and not from the cold as I lean in toward him, one hand pulling his head back down to my mouth as I start walking us over to his bed.

  I can’t believe how bold I feel, but I know exactly what happens on that bed now, and I’ve been craving it ever since that first time. My pussy is already wet and tight and warm, pulsing with anticipation, and I don’t want to wait another moment.

  I think there’s something about the fact that he’s the father of the baby growing inside me, too, because somehow he seems even more appealing than before - and I wasn’t sure that could be possible. The way he talked earlier though, the sparkle in his eyes, it’s all just…perfect.

  He gets my bra off before we make it over to the bed and that’s enough to stall me, as his head dips to lick and suck and nibble at my aching nipples. I arch into him, moving up onto my tiptoes instead of forward, as I moan loudly and pull him closer.

  Yes, that. That. Exactly that.

  I don’t realize I’m saying it out loud until he chuckles, his hands running down to squeeze and fondle my ass as he lavishes attention on my chest. My fingers grip his shoulders tightly, digging into the compact muscle there as I take in the stunning sight of the bare planes of his back. I swear those muscles could have been sculpted, it gives such a good view—and then my chance to admire it disappears, as he lifts me off my feet and turns around to almost throw me onto the bed.

  I let out a little shriek, but it ends in a laugh as he joins me, one hand on his belt and trying to push his pants off as he does. I take the same cue, working at my skirt and tights until they’re both pooled at the bottom of the bed - and then I’m bare and exposed before him again, except for the black lacy panties that are so much nicer than whatever I was wearing last time.

  I blush slightly as I wonder whether I was dressing for quite this occasion. I told myself I just wanted to feel good, and maybe a little bit sexy, but now I’m not so sure…

  Then I stop thinking about it as he moves over me, his mouth touching and tasting every part of me as he does. It feels amazing and I just give myself into the sensation, running one hand through his hair and letting my hips buck up against him. I can’t help that, I’m so turned on and tight and ready right now that my body is moving without thought - knowing exactly what I want.

  And this time, I really get to see it, in a way that I couldn’t last time, and—

  Oh. Wow. What—but—how—but—

  I stare for a moment, before the way he settles over my chest hides it from view again. I have a stupid moment of wanting to ask how on earth he fit that inside me before, but I don’t want to ruin what he’s doing right now and—well—his mouth is very distracting.

  It doesn’t quite stop the slight nerves that spring up inside me again, as I wonder whether it could possibly have grown in the last couple of months or something. I mean, I didn’t think that was possible, but—it’s huge. And throbbing. And…and…and…

  “You okay?” He murmurs, looking up at me, those gray eyes swirling with so many things.

  Oh, oh no.

  I guess maybe my body tensed up or something.

  “Yes.” I almost squeak, then shift downward in the bed until I’m directly under him and can lean up to kiss him again, holding onto his head as I wonder whether I can quite bring myself to ask. His brow furrows as he looks down at me.

  “Is it something I did?” His voice rumbles, deep and intoxicating, as he brings one hand up to caress the side of my face. “Please Chloe, tell me, it’s important to talk about it. It’s okay if you don’t like something—I don’t want to do something you don’t like.”

  Oh, please, God…

  I shut my eyes. Now he thinks he’s done something wrong, so I have to say something.

  “No…it’s not…I didn’t…um…” I stammer, then bury my face into his neck, feeling myself go flaming red.

  “What is it?” He murmurs again, still stroking my face, and with total mortification I try to twist around to look again - just in case I was mistaken - but the angle is all wrong.

  “Um, I just…well…could I see…”

  I finally pull back enough to look and - yep - it’s exactly as big as I thought it was.

  Which is waay bigger than will fit, surely, even with the way I seem to be aching for it right now.

  He’s looking at me in confusion and I finally give into the embarrassment and just ask.

  “Was it, um, was it that…um…big…the last time?” I finally say, in the quietest voice I can possibly manage.

  He glances down at where I’m looking, then back up to me and I see the exact moment his expression shifts, even though he tries to fight it - and then the laughter ripples out, Ash biting his lip as he blinks and tries to hold it back.

  “Hey!” I complain, nudging his chest - and he wraps me up in his arms a moment later, squeezing tight.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just…I can’t…oh, fuck, Chloe…”

  “You weren’t supposed to laugh!” I say, embarrassment squirming through me - but I can’t help myself either, his expression contagious, until I’m laughing as well and then just…oh, screw it all.

  We cling to each other for a little while, just laughing while I grumble at him and he holds me tightly, kissing the top of my head, my face, me, anything he can reach.

  When we finally separate and he can look at me with an almost straight face, he tries to nod seriously.

  “Yeah, it was that big before.” He says, kissing me again. “But you don’t need to worry…if you remember, it seemed to feel pretty good.”

  “I’m not sure I do remember.” I say brazenly. If he’s going to laugh at me, he deserves it.

  “Uhuh.” He murmurs, his eyes still laughing at me as he pulls me closer. “Here, you can look at it, though.”

  He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him as he smiles at me and spreads himself out beneath me. I hesitate for a moment, unsure, but when his hand runs down my side, caressing me as he looks up, his body so hot and solid and there, I can’t resist.

  I smile at him, a little bit shy, but I let that feeling engulf me - and then do it anyway, wanting to explore, wanting to enjoy myself, even if it is a little out of my comfort zone. More and more recently, that slightly uncomfortable space is exactly where I want to be.

  I lean forward, kissing his mouth first, touching and running my hands over his body the way he was doing with me - before following that with my mouth. The moment I get to taste his skin, the unique scent and sweat of him, the hard ridges and sculpted muscles…I kn
ow exactly why he couldn’t stop doing that to me. I moan against him, feeling the desire and heat overtaking me all over again. He’s totally irresistible.

  I kiss and suck at his skin, brushing my fingers over his nipples and even daring a lick or two, slowly moving down his body until I get to the stunning ‘V’ leading downward, lightly brushed with hair. And then…then…

  I look up at him, wide-eyed, as I hover over the huge cock that started all of this. The sight of it is still a little unnerving - I try not to think about what needs to happen for that to be inside me - but it has my center pulsing with need too, so my body obviously isn’t too worried. And I can’t get away from how…stunning it looks. Everything about it so stark and masculine and—

  “You can touch it, you know—if you wanted to.”

  I glance up to see Ash looking at me, supporting himself on his elbows, a mixture of amusement and scarcely veiled heat written on his face. I look back, hesitating again, and he takes my hand in his, holding my gaze as he slowly moves it over toward his cock. I watch, fascinated, as he closes the distance until I’m touching him—

  “Ohh…” I murmur, surprised, the skin softer than I’d expected beneath my hand, like velvet-covered steel.

  It’s totally unique, and I close my hand around him instinctively, feeling it throb and move under me. It’s intoxicating, and I look back quickly as I hear Ash’s breath catch.

  “I…you will say…if I’m doing anything wrong?” I ask, suddenly concerned.

  He chuckles, the sound obviously strained as he shakes his head. “I don’t…think…you could do it wrong. But, yeah, sure.”

  That’s enough to give me confidence and then I start stroking, the way I imagine him doing sometimes, murmuring when his body reacts in kind. It’s got to be one of the hottest things, seeing his whole body react to just this simple touch. I guess it’s like what he did to me last time, and somehow the thought of that encourages me even further. If I can give him even part of that…

  “Oh, fuck…Chloe…” He grunts, muttering, and I grin just a little to myself, squeezing my hand a little tighter and running it all the way up and down his thick cock.

  It seems less intimidating now, even though the veins are standing out and I can feel him throbbing beneath me. On impulse, I lean down to kiss the tip, licking my lips to pick up the taste of him—and then he’s on me, rolling me over and growling in my ear as he kisses me deeper and harder than I think he ever has before. The pure physicality of it has me moaning immediately, my legs spreading and my body opening up beneath him as I feel his cock rubbing against the slick-wet of my entrance.

  “Fuck, Chloe…you do that…I’m gonna…you’re so fucking…I don’t even know. Blows my mind. Fucking blows my mind.”

  He’s muttering things into my ear, and I’m somewhere between blushing and just pure heat at the sentiment behind it, my hips rocking up against him. If I get it just right he slides past my clit and—

  “Ooohh…” I press up against him, trying to get him aligned with my entrance even as he seems to be resisting it. “More, please…I want you, Ash…all of you…”

  He grunts, nibbling at my ear. “The way you are—can’t wait—want you, Chloe—”

  “Yes, yes, please.” I gasp, twisting my head so that I can capture his mouth, my tongue thrusting and exploring as my hips grind against him.

  I need this.

  It says something that he doesn’t even make a comment about how unconcerned I am about his size now as his hands drop to my hips, aligning himself—and then—oh God, oh everything and anything and ohhhh…

  I throw my head back against the bed, my hands clutching at his shoulders as it feels like he fills me totally, stretching me to the point of breaking, but in a way that feels so good. It wasn’t like this last time - and everything about it is just so raw and powerful that it matches how I feel perfectly.

  My hips thrust up against his as we move together faster and faster, neither of us wanting slow or gentle now, not with all of the build up and need. I’ve waited too long already. He’s kissing me, his mouth moving over my lips, snatching little tastes as we move frantically together.

  “Ash…” I moan, totally lost in it all, just wanting him - feeling him - needing him beside me.

  “God, Chloe, so fucking tight. So good. Unbelievable. Impossible. I just—ugh—fuck—”

  I wrap my legs around his hips as he pulls me further into him, somehow going even deeper, every part of me so sensitive and alive with heat and need. It’s all coiling inside me, and I know I can’t hold out much longer - I’m going to explode at any moment. That’s what I want. What I need. But I want him with me.

  “Ash…” I whisper, his name repeating a dozen times before I can latch onto what I want to say. “Ash—I’m going to—are you—can you—”

  “Right there with you, Chloe.” He mutters, like he knows exactly what I want. “You’re too good—too much—I can’t—”

  He reaches down to run his fingers over my breast, rolling a nipple in his fingers—and oohhh—it’s enough. It sends me hurtling over the edge, everything inside me contracting, squeezing down on the hard cock I can feel pulsing inside me—pulsing—pulsing—and then releasing, in one burst of heat that has me moaning and whimpering as pleasure rocks through me, my eyes rolling back and my gaze whiting out.

  He’s kissing me, grunting and muttering my name, but I can’t hear any of it as my body spasms, lost in uncontrollable pleasure as he rides through the aftershocks with me, still thrusting even the bursts of warmth I feel start to come to an end, all of it merging into one amazing, unbelievable feeling.

  When I finally come down from it, I’m still clinging to him, and he’s got me tightly wrapped in his arms, gathered up against his chest. It’s warm and safe and perfect and I want to stay here forever, while he tells me again and again how good that was - how good I was - the contentment of it all seeping through me.

  I nuzzle up against him, kissing every part of skin I can reach, and belatedly notice as he starts to pull the covers over us. I don’t think about that - or anything else - as I let myself drift off to the happy-warm feeling all around me.

  All I know is how badly I wanted this - and how very glad I am that I got it.

  Anything else can wait, held at bay by the warm protection of Ash’s arms around me.

  * * *

  I wake up sometime in the night, my eyes groggy and everything in me momentarily confused - only to realize a moment later that we never turned the light off before we went to sleep. I roll over to see Ash on his side and snuggle closer against him as last night starts to come back to me - and with it, the same warm contentment I felt then.

  I sigh gently, closing my eyes again and waiting for the comfort of his body to lull me back to sleep. Except, it doesn’t quite happen. My body is still mostly-asleep, happily lethargic, but the moment I realized I was awake…my mind started racing again.

  Images and thoughts and remembered heat from last night assail me - as well as more than that. The dinner, the meal, the conversation. Everything so good and right that it’s hard to believe right now. Except that I’m right here. In Ash’s bed. That proves it actually happened.

  I mean, sure, the falling into bed together is probably a complication, but it can’t change everything else we talked about…our baby…

  That’s enough for the excitement that started building last night to rush through me again, my mind spinning out fantasies of playing with a kid with Ash, all the things that might mean…

  I sigh softly to myself as the restlessness of all those ideas hit me, knowing instinctively that even Ash’s warm body isn’t going to soothe me past that. It’s all too much. Too exciting. Too much potential. Too much to think about.

  And that light isn’t helping.

  I squint up at it, and it takes me an inordinate amount of time before I convince myself to leave the warmth and comfort of the bed to switch it off. When I finally do, I head to the bath
room first - and by the time I come back, I feel really awake.

  I walk over to the light, glancing back at Ash lying in bed and briefly wonder what he’d think if I woke him up for more of last night’s activities.

  Would he want that, or would he just be grumpy and tired? Just because I can’t sleep, doesn’t mean he might not want to…

  I pause there, my hand on the light switch as my eyes run down his body and I remember just how good it felt last night - the closeness and passion and intensity as we moved together, leaving me aching in all the right ways. I can still feel it now, and I feel half-mesmerized as I look at him, the covers having slipped down to show off the slope of his back and the very top of the curve of his ass. It’s perfect in a way that strikes right to the center of me - and just like that, I know exactly what I want to do.

  I want to capture him. Just as he is right now.

  Suddenly excited, with a new direction for the restless energy I can’t seem to shake, I leave the light on and go in search of my sketchbook from the class last night. I rummage around in the bag as quietly as I can, and when I finally have everything I need, I pull the chair from his desk over toward the bed - feeling inexplicably naughty, but also totally exhilarated.

  Ash is the perfect model. That body…I could look at it all day.

  I bite my lip as I start sketching, my eyes flicking between him and my book as his image starts to take shape. I’ve never done this kind of drawing - I’ve never taken a nude class before, my parents would have killed me - and there’s something about it being Ash…knowing that last night, I was enjoying that body in so many different ways.

  He shifts and moves a little as I draw, but that only spurs me on further, wanting to capture every angle of the beautifully sculpted body. I knew there was a reason I couldn’t stop looking…couldn’t stop touching…it’s just pure masculine beauty. Exactly the sort of thing that should be captured, preserved, admired…

  Then he turns over, the covers falling away a little more and revealing…ohh my…I blush furiously, but I can’t help myself as I continue, sketching another drawing with that too.